Millions adored her in the sands of time past
Then eyes burned with anger, got rid of her fast
Sometimes in heaven, sometimes in hell
All throughout hist’ry, in both she did dwell.
The hunter, the hunted, she’s been both the same.
Now, given all this can you tell me her name?

Have fun. I got bored and wrote that one wrote back in 2008.

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"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe. "

Ah, the randomness of the opening and closing verse of Lewis Carroll's poem, The Jabberwocky.

Ever wonder what it all really means?

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